The wooden gate creaks open, and I peer through an opening, divided from the creature by half a door with rusted iron hinges. The padlock dangles from the chain. I can reach out and touch the animal.
It snorts, its nose flaring. It recognizes me. Its ears flap. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. Its eyes speak many things through the golden and hazel iris, and the intelligence within makes my stomach churn. I stare at it, and I see the muscles on its shoulder flinching despite its quiet, calm and knowing gaze.
I study the black stripes tracing across its head, branching out like the tributaries of a river, coursing across the rest of its body, contrasting tones of black against white.
I’ve only ever seen them on TV or through a fence from far away. Never had I been so close to them, and never had I understood the beauty of it. Looking at it then, its gaze holding mine, I had been practically forced to see and appreciate the complex simplicity of it. I was locked in a state of awe, only realizing within those few seconds how great the creature’s strength was, yet seeing the strength as so fragile. I was terrified that if I so much as took a breath, it would disappear.
Its tail flicks and a hoof drags across the paved floor. Its head turns, peering through an open doorway that leads to a world outside, yet a world still within an enclosure. It casts me one last sideways glance. I hold its gaze, yet the creature disappears before I can understand what happened, its racing steps kicking up dust.
Seeing this creature on TV never allowed me to grasp it as I did then. Watching a herd of them sprint across a screen, their hooves pounding against the ground, never shook me to the core or reverberated through my every bone like it did in person when I was only a couple feet away.
Before I could get a final glance of the creature, the doorway slams shut, leaving it outside and me inside, mesmerized, staring over a wooden gate. A tap on my shoulder shakes me free of the hypnosis, and I open the gate, grab a hose, and begin washing the paved flooring, my minds eye still watching the zebra with its image trapped in my thoughts.